A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob,
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob.
Viktor Vaughn, “Saliva,” Vaudeville Villain, 2003
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Let’s test the waters…
Love makes a splash, and you too thick to skinny-dip.
Pusha T, “Lovely,” from John West’s John West, 2011
Got coke from the Contras
Gave crack to the poor.
And the government responds to it:
‘Just Say No.’
Skipp Coon, “4.28.1967, Pt 2,” 2010 (via egotripland)
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish.
KRS-One, “Word From Our Sponsor,” from Boogie Down Productions’ Criminal Minded, 1987
Whatever you goin’ through, could always be much worse,
Don’t make a mistake, mistakin’ your blessings for a curse.
Joe Budden, “Welcome to Real Life,” Mood Muzik 4: A Turn for the Worst, 2010
These days you can’t see who’s in cahoots
Cause now the KKK wears three-piece suits.
Chuck D., “Rebirth,” from Public Enemy’s Apocalypse ‘91…The Enemy Strikes Black, 1991
The sky is falling, the wind is calling,
Stand for something, or die in the morning.
Kendrick Lamar, “HiiPower,” Section.80, 2011
We love it where we from, but we kick it where we at.
Ladybug Mecca, “It’s Good to Be Here,” from Digable Planets’ Reachin’ (A New Refutation of Time and Space), 1993
You don’t wanna hear the truth, so I’ma lie to you…make it sound fly to you.
Cee-Lo, “The Experience,” from Goodie Mob’s Still Standing, 1998
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
Jadakiss, “What If,” The Last Kiss, 2009
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a .44 Desert Eagle.
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Billy Danze, “Stick To Ya Gunz,” Firing Squad, 1996
…But until then, I’ma shine to the last sin,
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.
Tragedy Khadafi, “T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)”, from CNN’s The War Report, 1997
And when we holdin’ a Tec, we put a hole in your neck.
Equippin’ you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect.
Celph Titled, “Eraserheads,” Nineteen Ninety Now, 2010
My experience oughta learn ya:
That if a nigga ain’t trying to smoke ya, a bitch trying to burn ya.
DJ Quik, “Trust No Bitch,” from Penthouse Players Clique’s Paid the Cost, 1992
I got a smile that’ll make the mirror crack,
And I seem to stay under clouds that’s pitch black.
So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I’m soaked.
I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke,
And I’m like the frog that’s dying to be a prince,
The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced.
The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket,
In a rainstorm…and struck by lightning trying to get it.
GZA, “Life Is a Movie,” Pro Tools, 2008
I dribble rhymes like basketball…
People call me ‘E.T.’
What’s that, Shaq man?
‘Extra Tall.’
Shaquille O’Neal, “I Know I Got Skillz,” Shaq Diesel, 1993
You need to sweat yourself. Don’t sweat nobody else.
Busta Rhymes, “A Quarter to Cutthroat,” from Leaders of the New School’s The Inner Mind’s Eye (T.I.M.E.), 1993
My father always told me to wisen up, son.
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you’re bound to be the tenth one.
Parrish Smith, “It Wasn’t Me, It Was the Fame,” from EPMD’s Unfinished Business, 1989
He doesn’t even suit ya, and he’s surely not your size,
I’m surprised that you slept on a heart that’s worldwide.
Slim Kid Tre, “Otha Fish,” from The Pharcyde’s Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde, 1992
Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like Donald Duck.
Dr. Dooom, “You Live at Home with Your Mom,” First Come First Served, 1999
Unemployment at a record high.
People coming, people going, people born to die.
Don’t ask me, because I don’t know why,
But it’s like that, and that’s the way it is.
Run, “It’s Like That,” from Run-D.M.C., 1984
I called every day to see how she was doin,
Every time that I called her, it seemed somethin was brewin.
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again,
I said, ‘Yo, who was that?’
‘Oh, he’s just a friend.’
Biz Markie, “Just a Friend,” The Biz Never Sleeps, 1990
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Common, “Resurrection,” Resurrection, 1994
I’m a addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers.
Nas, “N.Y. State of Mind,” Illmatic, 1994
I don’t mind you talkin shit, just keep it in the first person.
El-P, “89.9 Detrimental”, from Company Flow’s Funcrusher Plus, 1997
I said, ‘Hey’, she said, ‘Hi.’
I said, ‘Us’, she said, ‘Try,’
‘And if you’re thinkin strictly boots, then I’ll say baby, bye bye.’
Dres, “Similac Child,” from Black Sheep’s A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, 1991
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives,
Shittin’ on rappers, causin’ hospital accidents.
Eminem, “Still Don’t Give a Fuck,” The Slim Shady LP, 1999
No static, got an automatic,
Too much of anything makes you an addict…
Greg Nice, “Sometimes I Rhyme Slow,” from Nice & Smooth’s Ain’t a Damn Thing Changed, 1991
Y’all place value on your wheels and your automobiles,
And never acknowledge your children’s diminishing skills,
Or that they continue to fill all the prisons they build.
Skipp Coon, “4.28.1967, Pt. 2,” Sophomore Slump Vol. 1: Independents Day EP, 2010
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won’t fold under pressure…grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
Large Professor, “Key to the City,” Professor at Large, 2011
I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed…
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb.
Chuck D., “Louder Than a Bomb,” from Public Enemy’s It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back, 1988
Oh lord, get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin driveby.
Buckshot Shorty, “Powaful Impak!” Black Moon’s Enta Da Stage, 1993
I’m just an addict, addicted to music
Maybe it’s a habit…I gotta use it.
Rakim, “I Ain’t No Joke,” from Eric B. & Rakim’s Paid in Full, 1987
“I’m just an addict, addicted to music/Maybe it’s a habit…I gotta use it.”- Rakim, “I Ain’t No Joke,” Paid In Full, 1987. Via Ego Trip’s excellent Behind the Video piece.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
And I’m telling you now the frustration
The future’s facing from the anger in the nation.
CL Smooth, “Anger in the Nation,” Mecca and the Soul Brother, 1992
Your simple words just don’t move me…
You’re minor, we major.
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player.
Prodigy, “Shook Ones Pt II,” from Mobb Deep’s The Infamous, 1995
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs…
Four in the mornin’ we throwin back some Cognac juice.
Prodigy, “Give It Up Fast,” from Mobb Deep’s Hell On Earth, 1996
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J,
Don’t fuck with her no more, now I fuck with Tanqueray.
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold,
Last name was English and the first name Olde.
Prodigy, “Drink Away the Pain (Situations),” from Mobb Deep’s The Infamous, 1995
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
Prodigy, “Shook Ones Pt. II,” from Mobb Deep’s The Infamous, 1995
Prodigy of Mobb Deep • “Shook Ones Part II” • 1995
I’m only 19 but my mind is older…
When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.
Prodigy, “Shook Ones Part II,” from Mobb Deep’s The Infamous, 1995
There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from.
You can run but you can’t hide forever.
Prodigy, “Survival of the Fittest,” from Mobb Deep’s The Infamous, 1995
As the wind made love to the seas,
The sand danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
Blu, “My Sunshine,” NoYork!, 2011
I’m the one-man army Ason
I’ve never been tooken out…I keep MC’s lookin’ out.
I drop science like girls be dropping babies,
Enough to make a nigga go craaaaazy!
Ol’ Dirty Bastard, “Brooklyn Zoo,” Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, 1995
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a ‘frigerator.
Lord Finesse “Bad Mutha,” Funky Technician, 1990
What’s hip? When hip is just the norm?
Butterfly, “Where I’m From,” Digable Planets’ Reachin – A New Refutation of Time and Space, 1993
Mr. Beck, Mr. O’Reilly, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Hannity,
How could you sell white America your insanity?
You tell them that they’re different and manipulate their vanity
When truthfully, financially, their life is a calamity.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be listening to the remedy,
So they is not as broke as the people that they don’t want be.
Convincin’ em that rich Republicans is what they gonna be,
So they act like Ronald Reagan, and like him they awful actors
Who look up to the rich, like dumb kids look up to rappers,
And that’s about as dumb as a donkey pullin a tractor.
Yes, that’s a Democrat diss, I’m a detractor,
So whether you vote right or vote left, it’s not a factor
When you ain’t got no care for your health…ay this America
They gon’ put your ass in debt…sumtin terrible
So you can disrespect presidents, and call them Socialists
But Palin and Pelosi both gon’ have you broke as shit.
Killer Mike, “That’s Life II,” Pl3dge, 2011
Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer
Rocked that ‘Black and Yellow’ before Wiz Khalifa
It’s a killer bee color scheme
Ghostface Killah, “Legendary Weapons,” from Wu-Tang’s Legendary Weapons, 2011
Always exhale the facts, cause I don’t inhale lies.
Dove, “The Bizness,” from De La Soul’s Stakes is High, 1996
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never,
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever.
Immortal Technique, “Dance with the Devil,” Revolutionary Vol. 1, 2005